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Diabetes can really suck sometimes, and on rare occasions it can even jeopardize a grade in an Independent Study Ethics course. Yep, that's right, my dumb ass took my insulin after breakfast, thinking all was peachy, then went to the testing center out at Black Hawk. Suffice it to say that the exam probably makes less sense than this entire journal combined. Luckily, the testing-monitor-lady was familiar with the signs of hypoglycemia, so she got me some orange juice and crackers. About half an hour later I was cognizant enough to call my grandpa, since my ass is still non-vehicle-having and driving after something like that probably wouldn't be too good for the general public anyway. This, of course, meant that my bitchy-ass grandma came along, but whatever. I'm alive and after having some much-needed and enjoyable McDonald's goodness to keep my sugar up, I went and slept for 19 hours.

I have no idea if I'll be allowed to make up the exam, but I sure as hell hope so since it comprises 20% of the course grade. Yay me. Quite frankly, I could care less at this point. I just want the semester to be over with so I can actually start making some money and stop being guilt-tripped by my grandparents every few days. Seriously though, I think it's high time I got a decent-paying job. I'll definitely need the money to pay for school next year, and I still have a ton of debt that's driving me nuts. That, and I'd like the ability to walk to the gas station should I get a hankering for jerky or something. That sounds wrong.

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Okay, this thing is long. Sorry.